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Oct 22
the finger of winter
leaves fire on my cheeks
soft clouds echo birdsong
ice laced to their beaks
a world drowned in hail
over skyscraping peaks
one day is everyday
as smoke curdles in streaks
Written by
Lewis  21/M/UK
(21/M/UK)   
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   Skylar Russo
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